The ignorance and throbbing that I once had are slowly changing;
Just like a beautiful flower that has lost its initial beauty;
The butterfly has lost its original beautiful dream;
Just like the transformation of a cicada is a battle of life and death.
The moment I lost you, everything was doomed,
Everything has been written.
Joy and happiness are so similar,
Joy and happiness are so close,
But is happiness equal to happiness?
Conception: